Being employed in Social Services is just the biggest HOOT, honey!
So, hey, there I was early Saturday afternoon, taking one of my young clients to visit his brother in long-term care. We were sharing a visit room with another patient and a couple members of his family, so it wasn’t difficult to overhear their conversation, no matter how hard I tried to filter it out.
The boy was about sixteen, big and with a face a bit like a bagful of smashed crabs (thanks, Ross); he wasn’t unattractive, per se, but you could tell when you looked at him dead-on (which I did several times, as he insisted on alternating between staring at my breasts and attempting to engage me in conversation) that all the bacon didn’t make it into the skillet. That, and he could’ve benefitted from a little Clearasil. He had a pretty healthy speech impediment and (apparently) a robust problem with managing his tendency toward rage. I know this because he was discussing with his somewhat aged great aunt and his ancient grandmother his recent threat to kill his doctor and any staff he could latch onto. Their discussion progressed to the consequences of his actions toward that end; the hospital was apparently sending the future serial rapist big ole fella to an institution with more hardcore leanings soon and his toothless, wrinkled-beyond-belief grandmother was concerned in a mighty fashion.
“Mawmaw! That place is not far no drunks.“It’s far homicidals and suicidals and people whose heads ain’t right what trysta hurt themselves and others.
“Don’t worry; it ain’t far drunks.”
This was all delivered without a hint of sarcasm.
Even today, two full days later, all I can do is marvel. This kid is locked up on a juvie mental ward, is a danger to society, is about to be sent somewhere with crazier, even more dangerous people, and she’s worried about it being full of yay-hoos with the DTs….instead of being worried about something like, ohhh, him learning far more deviant behavior.
Makes me wanna use the Lord’s name in vain, y’all.
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